"I think I met my soulmate, yeah I know it."

Y/N's first day at Brooklyn Visions Academy was a whirlwind of bustling hallways, crowded classrooms, and a schedule that left no room for a breath. He had been navigating through a maze of unfamiliar faces, trying to make sense of where each class was and how the hell he could possibly be in three places at once.

As the day wore on, he found himself in one class after another, scribbling down notes and trying to absorb as much information as possible. The teachers' voices became a blur, and the classrooms started to merge together in his mind.

It wasn't until he glanced at his schedule that he realized he was running late for his English class. He hurried down the hall, pushing through the students rushing in the opposite direction. Finally, he reached the classroom and quietly slipped inside.

The teacher's gaze bore into him, a stern expression on her face as she paused in the middle of her lecture. The entire class seemed to be hanging on her every word, and Y/N felt a pang of embarrassment.

"Late on your first day, Mr. L/N?" the teacher chided, her voice laced with disappointment.

Y/N offered a sheepish smile. "Well, you know what they say about being punctual."

The class snickered, and Y/N's eyes caught a glimpse of a blonde girl in the front row who was suppressing a giggle. Something about her caught his attention, and his spider senses tingled at the edges of his awareness.

Their eyes met briefly, and for a moment, time seemed to slow. Something about her felt oddly familiar, like a melody he couldn't quite place.

"Trouble with being punctual is that nobody's there to appreciate it," he added, quoting Franklin P. Jones.

The teacher let out a sigh and gestured for Y/N to find a seat. He walked down the aisle, his gaze still fixed on the girl. When he reached the empty seat beside her, he didn't hesitate to take it. As he settled in, his spider senses went off like crazy, sending a tingling sensation up his spine.

They exchanged quick glances, a sense of recognition passing between them, even though they had never met. The tension in the air was palpable, the unspoken curiosity hanging between them like a thread.

After a few minutes of awkward silence, the girl finally broke the ice, "That joke you made earlier wasn't even funny, you know."

Y/N chuckled, "Oh, come on, you know it was. I saw you laugh."

She smirked, "Maybe I was laughing at how bad it was."

Y/N raised an eyebrow, "Ouch, tough crowd. I'll have to work harder next time to impress you then."

The girl raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Oh, so you're trying to impress me now? I didn't realize I had such an impact on you."

They fell into a banter, their words flowing easily as if they had known each other for ages. Y/N found himself strangely comfortable in her presence, and he couldn't resist the urge to know more about her.

"So, what's your name?" he asked, genuine curiosity in his voice.

The girl hesitated for a moment, a playful glint in her eyes. "I'm Gweaaaaaanda," she replied, almost slipping up but quickly recovering.

"But you can call me Gwanda." She followed up, trying to have him forget about what she just said.

Y/N raised an eyebrow, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Your name is Gwanda? What is that, South African?"

Gwanda nodded, her smile growing wider. "Yes, exactly. South African. No accent though, because I was raised here."

Y/N's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, though he decided to let it go.

"Well, nice to meet you, Gwanda from South Africa," Y/N said with a chuckle, a glint of amusement in his eyes. "I'm Y/N. No accent because I was born and raised in New York, and I haven't ventured out of the state much."

Gwanda's lips curved into a small smile, her eyes dancing with amusement as she replied in kind. "Well, Y/N from New York, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

Right as their banter was getting into full swing, the teacher's stern voice cut through the air. "Is there something you two would like to share with the class?"

Y/N felt his cheeks flush, and he exchanged a quick, sheepish glance with Gwen. "Uh, no, nothing," he stammered.

Gwen's lips twitched with a barely concealed smile, but she managed to compose herself. "Yeah, we were just, you know, having a friendly discussion about, uh, literature," she chimed in innocently.

The remainder of the class passed without any further exchanges between Y/N and his newfound acquaintance.

Instead, they communicated through a silent language of stolen glances and shared smiles, a dance of connection that required no words.

As the bell finally signaled the end of the lesson, Y/N realized that Gwanda had discreetly slipped out of the classroom, leaving him with a lingering sense of curiosity.

His mind buzzed with questions as he gathered his belongings, reflecting on the inexplicable surge of his spider senses whenever he was near her. The hallway was empty now, devoid of any trace of Gwanda.

With a bemused smile tugging at his lips, Y/N couldn't help but wonder about the mysterious girl who seemed to stir something within him.

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Later, Y/N sat at his desk in the dorm room, a sketchbook open in front of him. His pencil danced across the paper, bringing to life the details of a New York cityscape. The sounds of quiet shuffling and the scratching of a pen came from the other side of the room, where Ganke was immersed in his own world.

Lost in his sketching, Y/N didn't notice the door swinging open a few minutes later. Miles sauntered in, his disheveled hair and relaxed demeanor contrasting with the air of tension that often surrounded Brooklyn Visions. He plopped down on his bed, exhaling dramatically.

The two exchanged nods before Y/N set his pencil down and leaned back in his chair.

"Trying to get expelled again?" Y/N asked, a playful grin tugging at his lips.

Miles let out a sheepish laugh as he plopped down onto his bed. "Yeah, but I think they're onto me now. They'll probably have an Expulsion Prevention Task Force' or something soon."

Y/N chuckled. "Well, good luck with that. By the way, I invited a friend over. Hope you don't mind."

Miles arched an eyebrow. "A friend? Here? You mean, like, an actual friend? Is it that Gwanda chick?"

Y/N rolled his eyes, "No, it's not Gwanda. You do know I have more friends then you guys right?"

"Ganke hasn't said a word to us since we moved in." Miles quipped. "I don't think he counts."

Just as he said that, the door swung open again, and in walked Anya Corozon. Her dark hair pulled back into a casual ponytail. With a quirk of her eyebrow, she looked at Y/N. "Hey there, neighbor."

Miles blinked, slightly taken aback by the sudden appearance of the confident girl. "Uh, hey."

Y/N offered a friendly smile. "Miles, this is Anya Corozon. Anya, this is Miles Morales."

Miles blinked, momentarily taken aback before recovering with a lopsided grin. "Oh, hey. I'm Miles."

Anya smirked, a playful glint in her eyes. "Nice to meet you both. Y/N, you didn't mention your friend was cute."

Miles blinked once more, clearly taken aback by her comment. He cleared his throat, mustering up some confidence. "Uh, thanks. I appreciate it."

"Don't sell yourself short, Miles." Anya winked, turning to Y/N. "I should go, thought I'd swing by."

"See you later Anya." Y/N replied as she left, glancing at Miles who had seemed to have a fascination with the open door Anya just walked out of.

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After Anya left, Miles slumped in his chair, still miffed about his teacher assigning a personal essay after his failed attempt to fail his exam. He groaned and muttered, "Man, this is dumb. What am I even supposed to write about?"

Y/N, seated next to him, leaned over with a smirk. "Dude, it's easy. Just write about yourself. Your life, experiences, what makes you, well, you."

Miles shot him a skeptical look. "You make it sound like a walk in the park."

Y/N chuckled. "That's because it is a walk in the park, personal essays are easy."

Miles glanced around the room, clearly unenthused. Then his gaze shifted to the sketch that Y/N was working on. He raised an eyebrow. "What's that?"

Y/N looked at his sketch, a hint of pride in his eyes. "Oh, just a piece of graffiti I've been working on. I do a bit of drawing and sometimes even paint what I sketch in alleyways."

Miles glanced at the doodle and found himself impressed. "Dude, that's pretty good."

"Thanks," Y/N replied with a grin. "It's just a way to pass the time."

Miles tapped his pen against the desk, his mind seemingly elsewhere. He gazed out of the window and then turned back to Y/N. "You know what? I'm gonna head out for a bit. Gonna visit my uncle. Wanna come with?"

Y/N arched an eyebrow. "You sure that's a good idea? We're not supposed to leave campus."

Miles waved off his concern. "Don't worry, we'll be back before curfew. Besides, it's just a quick visit."

Y/N sighed, he really didn't think they should be leaving campus right now, but it would beat sitting in his dorm room all day.

"Fine, what the hell? Let's go."

And with that, the two friends quietly slipped out of their dormitory, skillfully maneuvering past the watchful gaze of hall monitors and vigilant security guards stationed throughout the school.

Their footsteps were silent as they navigated the familiar corridors, their destination set on the vibrant streets of Brooklyn just beyond the campus.

They took the subway, and crossed many different streets to get to Miles' Uncle's apartment.

Eventually they found they way outside, climbing the fire escape all the way to the apartment, where Aaron Davis was sitting on his couch listening to old school hip hop.

"Gotta say, your Uncle's got a good taste in music." Y/N commented with a nod of approval.

Eventually, Aaron noticed the two boys outside and laughed. He didn't know the other kid with his nephew, but assumed it was one of his friends at that new school Miles was attending.

As the two boys stood outside his apartment, Aaron couldn't help but crack a grin. He sauntered over, giving Miles a playful dap. "Miles, my man, what brings you to my neck of the woods?" he greeted with a smirk.

Miles grinned back, returning the dap. "Just chillin', Uncle Aaron. This is my friend Y/N. Y/N, meet my uncle, Aaron."

Y/N extended a hand, offering a casual smile. "Nice to meet you, Aaron. Miles here talks about you all the time."

Aaron chuckled, giving Y/N's hand a firm shake. "Is that so? Well, if you're cool with Miles, you're cool with me. C'mon in, guys."

As Miles and Y/N settled in, Aaron began with the obvious questions about girls.

"So what's up with school?" He asked.

"Going great!" Miles replied. "Got tons of friends."

Aaron turned to Y/N with a raised eyebrow, "Is he lying?"

Y/N shook his head and laughed. "Besides me, I don't think he does."

"Shut up Y/N." Miles replied.

Aaron chuckled. "You can't tell me it's all that bad there, smart girls is where it's at. Place must be full of em!"

"Nah, there's no one."

"Yo, I can't have no nephew of mine on the streets with no game."

Miles rolled his eyes and retorted, "Hey, don't doubt me. I've got game. But there is this one girl, she's kinda into me, you know how it is?"

"Oh yeah, what's her name?"

"You know, we're kinda setting up the groundwork right now. I only just met her."

"Yeah, alright."

It became very obvious to Y/N that Miles was talking about Anya.

Aaron turned his attention to Y/N. "And what about you, kid? Any prospects?"

Y/N shrugged nonchalantly, slumping back on the couch. "I don't know. There's this girl in my English class. I think she might be kinda into me. I made a joke in class the other day that she liked."

"Is it Gwanda?" Miles quipped, a mischievous grin on his face. "If that's even her real name."

"Yeah." Y/N replied, his cheeks tinted with a hint of embarrassment. "I won't deny it, she's pretty cute."

As the words left his lips, Y/N's spider senses stirred once again, a subtle tingle of awareness at the mere mention of her name.

"You two know about the shoulder touch?" Aaron asked.

"Yeah, totally." Miles laughed in confusion. "But, uh, tell me anyway."

"Tomorrow, find that girl. You walk up to her and be like:"

And then, Aaron put his hand on Miles' shoulder.

"Hey."

"What?" Y/N laughed.

"I'm tellin' you, man, it's science." Aaron explained.

"Okay, so you walk up to her and you go, 'Hey.'"

"No, no, no, you gotta go more like, 'Hey.'"

"Heyyyyyyy."

The trio burst into laughter.

"You sure you're my nephew, man?" Aaron laughed.

"Let me give it a shot," Y/N responded, placing his hand casually on Aaron's shoulder and offering a nonchalant yet slightly playful, "Hey."

"Well, damn," Aaron exclaimed, clearly impressed. "Kid's got more game than my nephew. You're a natural, man."

Y/N shrugged with a modest grin. "What can I say? I'm a quick learner."

Just then, Y/N's phone chimed with a curfew reminder for Visions. He glanced at it, realizing he had to get back soon. Aaron chuckled and playfully jabbed at Miles, commenting on how responsible Y/N seemed, a trait he found commendable. "You've got a good friend there, Miles," Aaron said.

Y/N, with a half-smile, turned to Miles. "Well, I guess it's time for me to head back to school. You coming?" he asked.

Miles shook his head, still amused by the whole interaction. "Nah, I think I'll stick around with my uncle for a bit. You know your way back, right?"

Y/N nodded. "Yeah, I'll be fine. Nice meeting you, Aaron," he said, extending his hand for a handshake.

Aaron shook his hand firmly. "Likewise, kid. Don't be a stranger."

Y/N waved to Miles and Aaron before heading off. As he got a bit farther away from them, he ducked into an alley and quickly changed into his Spider-Man suit. With a sense of determination, he swung off into the city, heading towards Fisk Tower to investigate what was going on there.

He couldn't explain it, but he had a feeling. This feeling was telling him that the reason why he had come to this universe, and why he was glitching was tied to Fisk Tower.

He sensed it on his first night and now his instincts were telling him to go there.

Cautiously, he swung from the rooftop and landed within the tower, moving through the darkened corridors with apprehension.

His senses heightened, alert for any signs of danger. As he navigated deeper, faint voices reached his ears, drawing him closer to an open door where a dimly lit room lay.

Peering through the crack, his eyes widened as they settled on a formidable figure in a sharp suit. Wilson Fisk's imposing presence alone sent a shiver down Y/N's spine. He strained to catch the conversation between the large man and a scientist.

"I don't want excuses, Dr. Ohnn," Fisk's voice rumbled, laced with impatience. "I want results. Show me that this supercollider is operational, or I'll find someone who can."

Dr. Ohnn stammered, clearly flustered by Fisk's intensity. "I... I understand, Mr. Fisk. But the calculations, the risks..."

Y/N struggled to catch more of the conversation, his focus honing in. He knew he needed to gather information without being detected, as a confrontation with someone of this stature would be dangerous.

Just as he was deciphering their discussion, Y/N's spider sense tingled. He had been too engrossed in their conversation and hadn't noticed the looming figure behind him.

He reacted instinctively, disappearing into the shadows just as the enforcer, Lonnie Lincoln—Tombstone—stepped into the corridor.

Y/N held his breath, remaining still, concealed from Tombstone's gaze, and watched as the enforcer scoured the area. He knew that his intrusion had been detected, and he needed to act fast.

With a cautious exhale, Y/N began to edge away. He reached a window, gauging the distance to the ground below. He leaped out of the window, his web shooters firing just in time to swing him away from the tower.

Once he was safely perched on a neighboring rooftop, Y/N reflected on what he had witnessed. Fisk's interest in this supercollider was undeniable, and the sense of danger it presented was chilling.

Y/N swung back to his dorm room, thoughts scattered his mind about what he had just seen. Something he would have to look into for another day.

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The next day, Y/N had decided to take Aaron's advice to heart, despite his initial skepticism. He spotted "Gwanda" at school. He quickened his pace, catching up to her and falling into step beside her.

"Hey," he greeted with a charming smile, trying to keep his nerves at bay.

Gwanda glanced at him, raising an eyebrow. "Hey," she replied, clearly curious about his sudden interest.

"So, about that English homework," Y/N began, steering the conversation toward safer territory.

Gwanda sighed, her expression softening. "Look, I should've been honest with you the other day. My name is Gwen. I kinda slipped up with that 'Gwanda' thing."

Y/N chuckled, his smirk growing. "Well, Gwen, it's nice to meet you."

Gwen rolled her eyes playfully. "Yeah, total pleasure," she quipped, though there was a hint of a smile tugging at her lips.

Y/N put his hand on her shoulder, making Gwen look at him in confusion.

"Hey," Y/N greeted, his tone lighthearted and casual.

Gwen raised an eyebrow, an amused smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. "Hey yourself," she replied, her voice tinged with playful skepticism.

Y/N took a breath, trying to remember the advice Aaron had given him the previous night. Flirting, he thought. Just give it a shot. "So, about the English homework..." he began, looking to start a conversation.

Gwen looked at him, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "English homework? Oh, you mean the reading that we're all drowning in?"

Y/N chuckled. "Yeah, that's the one. I was wondering if you had any insights on it."

Gwen tilted her head, her expression softening. "You know, you're not bad at this whole small talk thing."

Y/N grinned, feeling a little proud of himself. "Thanks. I've been practicing."

Just as Y/N was about to lift his hand from her shoulder, he felt a strange sensation, as if his hand had somehow become magnetically attached to Gwen. His eyes widened, and panic began to creep in as he tugged and twisted, but his hand remained stubbornly stuck.

"What the hell?" Gwen exclaimed, her voice a mixture of shock and confusion.

"I swear this isn't... uh... intentional," Y/N stammered, his face turning several shades of red.

What made it even worse was when his hand moved to the side of her head.

"You have got to be kidding me." Y/N said, tugging at Gwen's hair in an attempt to unstick.

Their attempts to unstick themselves turned into something comical, and it drew the attention of their classmates passing by. Gwen's frustration grew as she tried to wrestle free, her face turning crimson. "Seriously, what did you do?"

Y/N huffed, his cheeks flushed as he tried to keep his cool. "I have no idea! My hand just won't come off!"

Gwen's frustration grew with each futile attempt, and she finally snapped, "Can you just... stop moving and relax? What do you do to relax?"

Y/N shot back, "I am relaxed!"

"Oh, you seem so relaxed!" Gwen retorted, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Y/N sighed. "Okay, maybe not perfectly relaxed."

Okay, here's what we're gonna do," Y/N said, his voice tinged with determination. "I'll count to three, and we'll pull apart on three. Ready?"

Gwen shook her head, skeptical. "That's your plan?"

Y/N nodded. "Got a better one?"

Gwen sighed, but nodded reluctantly. "Fine, let's just get this over with."

"One, two," Y/N began counting, but before he could say three, Gwen finished it for him, "Three!" With that, she pulled away, leaving Y/N to topple forward onto the floor, dragging her along with him, his hand still stuck to the side of her head.

Later, they found themselves at the school nurse's office, discussing their predicament. Gwen's hair had to be shaved on the side where they were stuck. She was clearly annoyed, her annoyance only heightened by the awkward situation.

But Y/N couldn't help but flash her a grin. "You know, I think it suits you. You look... cute."

Gwen's annoyance softened for a brief second as she glanced at herself in the mirror. However, she rolled her eyes and huffed, still upset about the whole situation.

"Yeah, whatever."

The nurse finally separated them, and as Y/N's walked back to class, he tried to ignore the snickers from his classmates. He went through the rest of the day as normally as he could, knowing that he had failed at flirting by unintentionally turning Gwen's hair into a half-shaved mess.

This day could not get any worse.

Deep down, Gwen couldn't help but question what had happened. It reminded her of the early days of her own powers, the chaos and confusion that came with them. She shook her head, deciding to deal with it later.

But could it be?

🕷️

That night, Y/N found his thoughts consumed by the day's events, prompting him to seek solace in a nightly swing to clear his mind.

Mid-swing, glitches once again disrupted his movements, causing him to lose balance and momentum. Y/N's descent towards the ground was abruptly halted by another presence.

"Alright, kid, I'm digging the costume, but this whole impersonation act is getting stale," the figure quipped, revealing a red and blue-clad Spider-Man.

"What are you talking about? I'm Spider-Man." Y/N said.

"Sure thing, pal. Just another aspiring wall-crawler," Spider-Man replied with an air of skepticism. "You know you're one bad swing away from a trip to the ER, right?"

"Trust me, I've got this under control. Just give me a sec to—"

Before Y/N could finish his sentence, glitches cascaded through his existence once more, a realization dawning on the seasoned Spider-Man.

Kingpin's collider actually worked.

"Oh boy, this isn't good." Spider-Man said, shaking his head in worry.

With a grave expression, Spider-Man fixed Y/N with a steady gaze. "Kid, whether you like it or not, we're in this together now."

"Okay?" Y/N replied hesitantly. "Where are we going?"

"Fisk Tower."

As Y/N and the seasoned Spider-Man, revealed to be Peter Parker, conversed further while swinging, Y/N learned that this Spider-Man was Peter Parker was Spider-Man and his own counterpart, Y/N L/N, was not only Peter's best friend but also a prominent member of the Senate.

"So, you're telling me that in this reality, I'm a member of the Senate?" Y/N's disbelief was palpable.

Peter Parker nodded with a wry smile. "Yeah, it's a bit of a mind-bender, isn't it?"

"No kidding." Y/N replied.

Silently, they reached the towering structure, where the security seemed to be less stringent. They bypassed the guards with ease. Together, they ascended the tower, utilizing their web-swinging abilities to navigate the intricate architecture.

Upon reaching Fisk Tower's lower floors, they found themselves before an ornate door leading to the inner sanctum of Wilson Fisk's domain. Their eyes met, unspoken determination evident in their gazes.

"Ready?" Peter whispered.

Y/N offered a resolute nod. "Let's do this."